Saturday Night

IT WAS LATE on a Saturday night, after midnight, and I had just crawled into bed. I was tired, and the thought of a few hours' sleep was especially pleasant, because I knew that when I woke up in the morning, I would feel rested and revitalized. As I lay there in the quiet darkness, my mind wandering around in the hazy area between drowsiness and sleep, I began thinking of the past twenty-four hours. I found myself comparing the events of the day to the events of any given Saturday roughly a year ago.